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A surge of warm energy instantly flowed from Wayne's palm into Byrne's body.

Bourne, who was struggling hysterically in pain, trembled all over, and then instantly felt that energy was like a warm spring, flowing from his forehead all the way to the wounds on his limbs.

An expression of disbelief appeared in Bourne's eyes.

The pain from my limbs disappeared, replaced by a tingling or itchy sensation.

Then, to his astonishment, the wounds on his severed limbs began to heal rapidly.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the bleeding cut surface completely healed in the blink of an eye and stopped bleeding.

It looked as if it were sealed with wax.

A layer of tender flesh sealed the wound shut.

"This...this is..." Byrne raised his upper arm and thigh in disbelief, staring at everything in disbelief.

This cannot be described as any kind of illusion; only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand that this is true healing.

Nick, standing to the side, said with a smug look on his face:

"Bitch, this is the divine power that Godfather Wayne wields. Standing before you is the Messiah of our time, a true saint!"

Bourne's eyes trembled; he was so shocked by the scene that his whole body convulsed, and he murmured:

"God...God...Jesus Christ...Bondiye...This...This..."

Then he abruptly turned to look at Wayne and said:

"You...you've mastered the power of miracles? How could a mortal possibly possess such power? This is impossible!"

When a person sees something impossible happening, their first instinct is often to deny it.

This is also a form of self-protection to avoid a mental breakdown.

"I am the one protected by God... Bondiye's power surrounds me... It can't be you..."

Wayne looked at the hysterical Mexican mafia boss with a compassionate expression.

[Bourne Vázquez, a two-headed cannibal from the Mexican Mafia, whose brother is a member of the Mexican Mafia Commission, became a high-ranking member of the Mexican Mafia at a young age. He is inherently cruel and, under his brother's protection, controlled the Mexican Mafia's human trafficking, enhancement drug sales, underground performances, and underground boxing in East Los Angeles. He takes pleasure in oppressing Latino immigrants, has repeatedly raped and murdered undocumented immigrant children, and has filmed and sold large-scale videos of these tortures on the dark web. He also colludes with some high-ranking officials in the Demon Realm Underground City, controlling the organ trafficking trade...]

Seeing the information about Byrne on the system panel, it became clear that he had reached his current position entirely thanks to his brother's protection.

He's a spoiled brat.

The reason for the other party's arrogance became clear instantly.

Brother, I'm having such a lucky time.

Moreover, he has always targeted Latino immigrants, which is his complete comfort zone.

It's still most comfortable and safest to bully your own people.

A complete scumbag.

Wayne sighed and said:

"Bourne, my friend, I don't like your attitude."

As he spoke, the Messiah sword in his hand flashed, and in a flash, the blade swept past Bourne's shoulder and upper thigh.

The remaining five limbs were cleanly severed at the root.

"Ah—" A heart-wrenching scream rang out from Bourne's mouth, his throat almost bursting from shouting.

He never imagined that his already hellish situation could plunge him into purgatory once again!

At this point, he had completely lost all his limbs, and his whole body was writhing and thrashing in the pool of blood like a worm.

The space between his legs was now empty and filled with excruciating pain, which was even more painful than losing his legs and arms.

This scene, witnessed by the surrounding agents and others, instantly turned everyone pale.

Joshua and Assistant District Attorney Maddie vomited again, this time almost emptying their bladders.

Wayne, with a look of pity on his face, sighed:

"Bourne, my friend, why do you treat yourself like this?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and placed it on Bourne's forehead, releasing the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Bourne's wound quickly stopped bleeding and healed, with a layer of tender flesh growing back.

The pain subsided, allowing him to calm down in the pool of blood.

His face was ashen as he looked at Wayne and murmured:

"You devil...you're a devil...you're the embodiment of Satan...kill me...kill me!"

Aaron, Victor, and the others standing nearby felt a chill run through them, their blood turning cold.

What saints, what walking messiahs, are these the actions of saints?

If you were to say that he is the incarnation of Satan, it wouldn't seem out of place at all!

Wayne shook his head and said:

"That would start a war with the Mexican Mafia, Bourne. You'll live a good life. I still need to talk to your brother, of course, provided you're a good boy... Are you a good boy?"

Tears welled in Bourne's eyes; he had fallen into utter despair, and murmured:

"A devil...you're a devil...what do you want?"

Wayne said sincerely:

"Bourne, my friend, although this all started because of a misunderstanding, this is a situation I really didn't want to see."

"I think these misunderstandings can only be completely resolved by talking to the Mexican Mafia Commission face to face."

"I need a list of committee members...every single name."

Bourne shuddered, a ferocious look appearing on his face, and said:

"Don't even think about it! You want to go against the entire Mexican Mafia? You have no idea what a powerful force you're facing!"

"In 1957, Luis Flores founded the Mexican Mafia in a California prison, and its history even surpasses that of many younger countries!"

"It controls almost all Hispanic gangs in the entire American Southwest, and in addition to its core of over 300 members, it has 75,000 followers!"

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"This is a true independent kingdom, a criminal empire. Even a sword master or wizard from the Marvel Universe wouldn't stand a chance against it!"

As a flat-structured criminal organization, the entire Mexican Mafia's official members, the committee, number only 300 to 500 people, yet they control more than 400 street gangs and have nearly 80,000 followers throughout Southern California.

At the same time, the entire organization operates on the principle of "blood in, blood out," requiring one to kill or injure someone to enter, after which one must pledge lifelong loyalty, and those who betray must die.

As a member of the Mexican Mafia, Byrne knew all too well how terrible the consequences of betraying the organization could be.

They also understood the power of the organization.

Although Wayne possesses terrifying power, including swordsmanship capable of splitting bullets and mysterious blessing abilities, he is still no match for the tightly organized Mexican Mafia with its tens of thousands of members.

"Kill me." Bourne's eyes were filled with tears, revealing a tragic and resolute expression of facing death.

As a tough guy, he had never been so vulnerable.

Even so, he still maintained the pride and integrity of a Mexican mafia member.

Death meant nothing to him.

After all, it was already such a mutilated body.

He preferred death to find release.

My brother will avenge me...

Looking at the man before him, who seemed ready to die, Wayne sighed, a look of pain on his face, and said:

Why do you always have to pressure me?

With that, he snapped his fingers and said to Nick and the others beside him:

"My children, I need your help."

Nick and Julian exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with excitement and pride, and said:

"Of course, Godfather, please rest assured."

As he spoke, Nick reached out and lifted Bourne up, dragging him toward the open kitchen on the side.

In this modern style of decoration, the living room is often connected to the open kitchen.

After losing his limbs, Bourne's body became exceptionally light.

It looks like a travel bag.

"Hey, bitch, I need that apple." Julian pointed at Joshua, who quickly grabbed the apple from the table and handed it to Julian with trembling hands.

"What...what are you going to do? Kill me! Kill me now!" The moment Byrne saw the apple, he suddenly realized something and shouted.

Julian shrugged and said:

"Of course, I'd stuff it into your mouth, Mr. Byrne. I know you; it's rumored that you once put a child in an oven... and coincidentally, there's a big oven in the kitchen of this house."

Upon hearing this, Bourne struggled desperately, twisting his body to break free of control, his eyes filled with terror, and shouted:

"Let me go...let me go! You'll all die a horrible death! My brother will kill you..."

His response was an apple stuffed into his mouth.

Its size prevented him from swallowing or chewing it; he could only make whimpering sounds.

"Don't worry, you won't die. I'll preheat the oven to 200 degrees for two minutes, then to 120 degrees for a few minutes, and I'll keep a close eye on you."

As Julian spoke, he and Nick and the others worked together to open the huge oven in the open kitchen next to them.

This oven can be used to roast a Christmas turkey, and it can easily fit a person inside.

"Ugh...ugh—" Bourne struggled and twisted his body desperately, but it was no use at all.

The oven door was closed, followed by the sound of it starting up and the sound of turning the knob to adjust the temperature.

"Wow, this is an oven from the University of Tokyo. Wow, the quality of appliances from the University of Tokyo is really good," Julian exclaimed.

"Keep it down! Turn the music on!" Nick frowned and scolded. "The Godfather is too kind; he'll be saddened to see this."

Godfather Wayne was kind-hearted and couldn't stand these things.

Julian quickly and cautiously turned his head to glance at Wayne in the living room not far away, then whispered:

"Thanks for reminding me, bro, I almost made a mistake..."

Then he leaned down, looked through the oven's glass door at Byrne writhing and struggling on the huge baking tray, and put a finger to his lips:

"Shh..."

Don't let your screams disturb the Godfather's mood.

At the same time, Wayne looked at Aaron and the others beside him, gave them a friendly smile, and said:

"Aaron, you did a good job. The soundproofing in this house is really good."

Aaron shuddered violently and said in a trembling voice:

"Wayne... Mr. Wayne... what do you want to know? I'll tell you everything... I'll tell you everything..."

Wayne frowned, sighed, and said:

"Aaron, my friend, you are disrespecting me before I even have a question."

With that, he swung his longsword and, amidst Aaron's screams, severed the opponent's fifth limb.

[Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved: Master 37.9% + 0.2%]

Experience Points: 9 + 2